Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.